Angry

Emery’s POV
It had been a whole week since Alpha Luciano threw me out of his room and his bed. I was angry, angry at myself for pushing the issue and getting kicked out of his life. Angry at him for disregarding all the time we’d spent together. Had I truly meant nothing to him?
But most of all, I was angry at her. Before she’d come here, everything had been perfect. Now, she seemed to be walking on sunshine, smiling every day while I was here sitting on pins and needles, anxiously waiting for Margaret to call my name.
The other women found it weird that she would be cheerful after being kicked out of Luciano’s life but they didn’t know what I knew. That he was still having sex with her but it was no longer on the schedule because, with her, he was that spontaneous.
I had never needed or asked for much. Just for my parents to protect me, to get a good mate and for Luciano to care a little about me.
My parents had volunteered me to the harem in pursuit of power, I never found my mate and Arabella Bianchi had taken Luciano from me.
I couldn’t forgive her. I was going to make her pay for ruining my life. And maybe just maybe once she was gone, he would finally see me again.
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Alpha Luciano’s POV
Women were unpredictable beasts, I was beginning to realize.
“Arabella isn’t in her quarters?”
“No sir,” Margaret said.
Recently, this wasn’t exactly new. Arabella had been spreading her wings about, gallivanting and I let her. Mostly because I was glad I wouldn’t have to deal with her. She was getting too confusing to understand and frankly speaking, I had a lot more on my plate to handle.
Vitalio had begun to poach my customers for Song, selling at a significantly lower price than I was. Or at least promising sales. I would ensure those drugs never reached the harbour. Then when my prodigal customers returned, I would double the price of Song for them. They would learn that being loyal to me could only be advantageous.
I was also planning on getting the cook working for the manufacturers of Song. Being the sole supplier of Song in Italy would rake in profits, but being the sole manufacturer would be not only profitable but also a royal fuck you for the manufacturers of Song who had made the deadly mistake of crossing me.
I was also looking to expand our weapon distribution chain. Rumour had it that the human cartels in Italy were preparing for war amongst themselves. Blood would spill and my coffers would fill.
Uncle Tommaso was making good on his threat according to Mikah, he was reaching out to some families and packs. Micah had been unable to find out which ones exactly. Yet. I had complete trust in his capability to come through though. Once I found out about the families, I would find creative ways to show them I was far from the right choice for their daughter.
Today was a weekend and the school didn’t open. Even if it did, it was a little after 8 pm. Arabella should have been at the harem. I mind-linked Cross who I had tasked with following her about.
“Where is Arabella?”
“At a diner.”
“A diner? Whatever for? There is enough to eat here.”
He hesitated.
“She is having dinner with a male friend.”
I saw red. Perhaps I should have expected it. She was beautiful, fiery, sexy and free-spirited. Someone would have found her attractive. But I had expected her to remember who her master was.
“Why didn’t you report this earlier?”
“My apologies, Alpha. You asked me to report any escape attempts and suspicious activities only.”
If Cross had been in front of me in that second, I would have broken his neck. And his arms. And his legs.
“Where are they?”
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Arabella’s POV
“That was…” I had no words. The dish had been the exact way Victor had described it. Out of this world.
Victor grinned. “Wait until the primo is served. It’ll knock the socks right off your feet.”
“I’m anxiously anticipating that.” I paused happy with the light conversations but ready for the deeper ones. “My dad. You said you’d tell me at the diner.”
He sat straighter and looked me in the eye.
“Arabella, I don’t know what he told you but I feel you already know. He… Vitalio is a vicious man who has committed numerous crimes. But what I will tell you now is what he did to this pack. And to your pack. He killed the former Alpha and Luna of this pack after violating the treaty. He sent his men here to plunder us after their deaths but Alpha Luciano protected us.”
My hand shook as I took a sip of water and Victor watched me with sympathy blooming in his eyes.
For the first time, Alpha Luciano’s treatment of me made sense. Of course, he hated me. Of course, the women in the harem hated me. Sometimes you wish you knew something but when the knowledge comes, it becomes a curse. That was how I felt now.
“Arabella. I’m sorry. Truly.”
I released a breath. “Thank you, Victor. You didn’t do anything wrong. I asked you for it. It’s painful to hear but I’m glad you told me. It’s something I needed to hear.”
Did this also mean that my father had planned the attack on Alpha Luciano and me? I wished desperately that I had finished the meal before asking Victor for the details. There was a lot I needed to mentally unpack.
The primo was served and although it looked and smelt appetising, my appetite was gone. I made an effort though because Victor was watching me closely and was also paying the bill because I didn’t have any money. Or cards.
“Arabella,” Victor placed his hand above mine on the table. “Are you alright?”
How could I tell him that I was scared that the father I had known all my life or at least my perception of him was all a lie. How could I tell him that my father might have ordered my death? Or that my heart was breaking because I knew for sure now that Alpha Luciano would never accept me as his mate?
I opened my mouth to try to explain, to speak when I felt a chill on my neck. I didn’t need to turn to know Alpha Luciano was behind me. I turned anyway.
There he was, he wore a suit like he almost always did. Only two buttons were unbuttoned so that I could see the skin on his neck. I’d always found him more attractive in suits. I could admit that now. His black hair was slicked back and although he looked corporate, he’d never looked more like a mafia lord to me. He also looked extremely pissed.
Victor stiffened. I felt it through his hand before he withdrew it. Alpha Luciano pulled another chair and joined and added it to our table.
“Don’t stop on my account.” Alpha Luciano said frostily. He had noticed Victor’s hand on mine.
“Alpha.” Victor ducked his head as much as he could while sitting.
Alpha Luciano ignored him and faced me.
“How nice of you to come, Alpha Luciano.” I blinked up at him. “I’ve always wanted us to go on a dinner date and here we are.”
I didn’t think he could look any angrier but he did. If he’d been a kettle, his head would have popped.
He blinked and the anger was gone then he looked at Victor.
“Arabella has so many diverse skills, doesn’t she?” He said suddenly out of the blue.
Victor looked unsure of how to answer. “I guess she would for you to have chosen her, Alpha.”
I bit into my pizza finally able to taste it. Wow. It was amazing and I moaned in approval.
“Guess? Why haven’t you shown Victor all your many skills? After all, you have decided to show yourself to strangers as well.”
I looked up from my pizza with my cheeks filled with food like a chipmunk. “Huh?”
“Arabella can do this thing with her lips… Arabella, why don’t you show him?”
I got it now.
He was trying to objectify me with Victor. To sabotage whatever he thought was going on. He was trying to rile me up and belittle me to snatch even this little peace I’d managed to salvage.
To his credit, Victor looked extremely uncomfortable. “Alpha, I don’t think that is needed…”
“Nonsense, I insist.”
At this point, it felt like the entire restaurant was listening in on this conversation.
Did he actually want me to give him a blowjob here?
I rolled my eyes and swallowed the food in my mouth. “Of course, Alpha. I live to serve.”
I pushed back my chair and climbed into Alpha Luciano’s lap. His eyes widened with shock. Well, he should have been more specific. Then I kissed him. Initially, he was stiff and didn’t respond but I could feel him hardening beneath me.
I rocked against his dick and bit on his lower lip soliciting a response. He growled and kissed me back even more aggressively, his hand fisting my hair and pulling on it almost painfully.
I moaned, giving him my pain and my pleasure intertwined as one. We melded together barely coming apart for air before diving right back in. I think we might have had sex right then if Victor hadn’t coughed loudly and awkwardly before saying “I guess I’ll catch you later, Arabella.”
We pulled apart but Victor was already gone and everybody was staring at their table rather intently. I panted lightly trying to catch my breath while trying not to notice how sexy Alpha Luciano looked when he was horny and his eyes glowed a silvery blue. My cheeks tinged with pink as I recalled how brazen I had been. Goddess, how could I have–
Alpha Luciano pushed me to my feet before taking my hand and pretty much dragging me out of the fine establishment. I idly wondered if Victor had been able to clear the bill or if Alpha Luciano was supposed to do that instead.
He didn’t stop pulling me until we were halfway to the house. He turned to look at me, his blue eyes cool as ice chips, his face as rigid as sculpted granite. “If you wanted to get fucked so hard you could have asked me. If you had begged nicely enough, I would have obliged you. You didn’t need to stoop so low as to that wolf’s standard.”
All the sympathetic thoughts I had in my head for a child who’d lost his parents and had been forced to grow up too soon vanished.
“You are so full of shit, Romano. So every guy who talks to me decently has to be banging me? For the record, Victor is a better wolf than you could ever be. I didn’t stoop low, I levelled up.”
His eyes flashed silver. “Arabella, what on earth do you think you are doing? Do you think you can just go to another person? I’ve already told you, you are mine–”
“Yeah, yeah. Or so you keep reminding me every two seconds. You need to know something. Victor is just a friend so don’t you dare mess with him because of your insecurity. As for me, I nearly lost my life because of your enemies. If I lose my life now, I don’t want to have any regrets so I’m going to do exactly what I want to for once.”
“I will make friends, sing, scream, dance with men I don’t know, do crazy stuff, sleep with you if I’m demented enough to want to. You already said you would kill me so before that happens, I will live my life to the bonus and nothing or no one can stop me. Not even you.